I Am Just Reminiscing
Thousands of miles from this Southern Land to that far Northern Shore
And even further from those high fields of green old Claramore
At the foot of Clara mountain that forever has looked down
On the countryside now known as Duhallow that borders Millstreet Town.
To that green countryside where the Blackwater flow
The Seasons they come and the Seasons they go
It was an old country when Fionn was in his prime
And the old Celtic bards by it inspired to rhyme.
The dipper pipes his scratchy notes in the babbling rill
That flow downland through the high field by the hill
Since I was a young boy fifty Summers have gone
And though people come and go Nature always lives on.
What has been gone forever and nothing does last
But I'm one of those who likes to cling to the past
I am from the hills of the brown mountain hare
Far distant from this great Land even by air.
I am just reminiscing that is not a crime
Of what has been for me a much happier time
And though for my Boyhood I do not shed nostalgic tears
For me at least they were my happiest of years.
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